Page 139 of A Palace of Smoke & Mirrors
“Bookworm,” he purred, eyes narrowing even as the gold exploded into a firestorm of desire. I couldn’t separate the warning from the invitation in his tone as his fingers flexed around my healed hand, an involuntary tug that had me inching closer to him. Lucais cocked his head, a spark of surprise alight in his gaze that had to be fabricated because Iknewhe felt it, too. “Stop that,” he warned carefully.
I shook my head, my lungs working overtime to bring in fresh gasps of air. “Stop what?”
He faced Wrenlock, his grip firm on my hand. “Tell her to stop.”
His friend chuckled darkly, feigning consideration. “You know, I’d really rather not, to be honest.”
An incredulous expression crossed the High King’s face as he turned back to me in slow motion. His eyes glimmered with a completely melodramatic sense of indignation, as if we were betraying him with an unspoken proposition that he’d started allon his own by spitting like that. “I made a promise to you. Do you want me to break that promise?”
I pursed my lips. “Aren’t you kind of a liar, though?”
The High King’s eyes flared with genuine outrage at that, even as I sensed the escalation of desire caressing the surface of his restraint, and he let out a disbelieving laugh while his grip tightened on my hand. “Alright, that’s it,” he declared, sliding his hand along my arm.
Biting the insides of my cheeks, I let Lucais pull me towards him like I was a hostage tied up and bound at the end of a rope, and I fell into his arms with the fervour of someone who had checked and tightened all of the knots themselves.
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Ididn’t realise how gentle Lucais had been the first or even second time we were intimate together until I goaded him into the third by aiming a hit directly below the belt.
Wrenlock kissed me while the High King stripped my clothes off, discarding them in a haphazard pile before dropping to his knees between my legs. His face pressed against me in the most obscenely provocative position we had tried while Wrenlock stood behind him with one hand gripping my thigh, the other in my hair, and his tongue tangling with mine in the most deliciously sensual way.
For a moment, though, I was unable to feel anything but astonishment.
Lucais had struggled to bow to Wrenlock at the House. He hadn’t been able to let go of most of his mannerisms as the High King of Faerie, even though doing so would have supported his own agenda, and until recently, I’d assumed it was due to the fact that they were habits. However, with the newfound knowledge of how deeply pride impacted the rulers of Faerie, I’d started to form a different opinion. Lucais was unwilling to evenpretend to worship another person for his own benefit, yet he so easily got on his knees for me—and in front of the same man he’d barely been able to kneel before in the House.
Any feelings of surprise were quickly dispelled as he lapped at my entrance, fucking me with his tongue while Wrenlock left a hickey on the side of my neck. I moaned helplessly at the high dome ceiling like it was there to forgive my sins. As soon as he slid two fingers inside me, I was falling to pieces all over him, and Wrenlock was the only thing in the world holding me up as I climaxed hard and fast on Lucais’s face in the middle of the training room.
That’s my girl,he crooned into my mind. His mouth was still devouring me through the aftershocks.You taste so perfect coming all over my tongue.
I moaned as his words made a dull, aching tightness form between my hips, riding out the last of the waves and creating new ones at the same time. When the final flickers of pleasure subsided, Lucais slipped out behind me. Panting unsteadily, I leaned against Wrenlock for support.
“Sit on the throne,” Lucais instructed his friend. He scooped me up in his arms, cradling me against his chest. I was promptly reminded that they were both fully clothed while I was utterly naked, which made everything feel infinitely more erotic. “Pull down your pants.”
While Wrenlock undid his pants, freeing his erection as he lowered himself onto the seat as instructed, Lucais carried me over to one side. Placing my feet back on the cool ground, he bent me over the arm of the throne, forcing my hips up so I was on the tips of my toes with my ass in the air. He threaded his hands through my hair, tightening his grip around the roots, and then he leaned over my shoulder to watch as he guided my mouth down towards Wrenlock’s stone-hard cock.
“I thought you said this was a hard limit,” I reminded him, all too willing but confused.
Lucais’s voice was a devastating, velvety growl. “I changed my mind.”
He pushed my head down onto Wrenlock’s lap, and I opened up eagerly, licking the beads of come that formed on the tip, tasting the salt and soap of his delicate skin.
“Fuck, baby.” Wrenlock’s voice was a rasp. “This is so fucking hot.”
Lucais yanked my head back, and Wrenlock’s cock made a wet sound as it slapped against the hard planes of his stomach. “You’re going to suck him off while I fuck you, but you’re not going to let him come before I do, or I’m going to make sure that this really is the last time we do this. Understood?”
I couldn’t nod, but wanted to.Yes.
A moment later, my legs were spread apart and Lucais was shoving himself inside me, the force of his thrust bending me further over the edge of the throne’s arm. I cried out, then wrapped my lips around Wrenlock’s thick erection while Lucais drove into me from behind, faster and harder than he’d taken me before. The sound of Lucais’s balls slapping against my clit, the motion of my head bobbing up and down as I sucked on Wrenlock’s length, and the combination of our stifled moans filled the room and brought us into an entirely new world of pleasure as we coaxed each towards the edge of an unending precipice.
When Wrenlock released a deep, unhinged groan, I felt as though he might be on the verge of exploding, so I raised my head and let him fall out of my mouth. He let out a loose breath, running his hands down his face as he gazed at me, eyes heated and full of adoration. Swearing softly, he flung his head into the back of the throne, his stomach contracting as he worked to calm himself down.
“Atta girl,” Lucais purred, hands gripping my hips as he nudged his cock back inside me with gentler, slower, deeper thrusts. His body inside of mine set off a blazing heat, an electrical fire. “Fuck, bookworm, think of all the drama we could’ve avoided if I’d known that all I had to do was fill you with my cock to get you to fucking listen to me.”
With my mouth empty, I had a retort on my lips. “I—”
The words, along with the memory of whatever they were going to be, were immediately banished from my mind when Lucais took a fistful of my hair again and forced my mouth back down onto Wrenlock’s erection. I couldn’t help the wide grin that lifted my cheeks despite the thick, firm heat sliding back into my mouth, and he moaned as a delighted laugh escaped, muffled against him. Lucais’s hand remained in my hair, guiding me as my head moved in indulgent, rhythmic motions on Wrenlock’s lap, sucking him into my mouth until his tip hit the back of my throat and then circling my tongue around the head before Lucais urged me to slide all the way back down his length.
